Jessica Mr Wilson Novels & Stories

She introduced and bluntly let out her feelings. Jasper has seen a lot of girls compliment him, but he never thought he would meet a big shot like Jessa doing the same without being shy. "Jasper Smith, I'm Miss Williams personal bodyguard and driver. It's good to meet you Miss Turner." He introduced himself honestly.

She stared blankly at the ground forgetting that she was in the school area until a young lady in a red mini gown and a black ankle strap pump walked towards her and bent down to tap her shoulder, her long black hair sweeping Jessica's face briefly. Jessica panicked upon her touch as she was tugged back to reality. "Miss Vegas, are you alright?" Miss Willow asked as she helped her to her feet. "I-I...I'm fine." Jessica stuttered. "Is this your first time witnessing an accident?" She wondered but Jessica was too shocked to speak as she just kept staring into space. Mr. Willow is a Chemistry teacher for the 12th graders and she shares the same office with her so she helped her to their office

*Two months after* Marshall's POV After stopping several of Jessica's applications, I went back to report to boss like I always did but even I am getting guilty " Sir, she's applied for about 20 jobs in the last two months, you should pity her and stop, at least. She's been looking unhealthy and sick" I pleaded with my boss. He was still going through his phone like he didn't hear me. " Sir jessi-" " Did you make them reject everything?" he asked. I bowed and answered in a low voice, " yes sir"

That was good progress. Jessica approached him. "Mr. Farrow, the bidding's about to begin. You should go in." "Alright." … In a bungalow in Nocturna, Wilson sat on a wooden chair and scattered the evidence of his investigation on the table before him. Seated across from him was Jillian, who looked grim. "Are you saying Desiree is behind this?" "The truth is laid before us. If you don't believe me, you can always call your granddaughter and ask her about it," Wilson said.

Jessica said with a small smile. Mrs. Michelson glided past the threshold as she looked around. “You have a very spacious loft, my dear. How many bedrooms?” “Three,” she answered as she closed the door. Jessica looked down at her paint splattered smock. Normally, she wouldn’t feel embarrassed to be seen in her work clothes, but Claire Michelson had a way of making every woman feel under dressed when she walked in a room. Her long white and black hair was in curls down her back. She wore a white fur hat and a white fur coat. She had on navy blue slacks and black designer snow boots.

And in return, he assists the wolf inside me until I can mark Lexia. "One mark, and it will all be over," Jasper says, his voice dangling the alluring possibility closer. The moment Lexia is marked, the wolf inside me will be trapped forever. Just looking into Jasper's eyes, I can see he is anxious to get his heart beating again. The power he wields is something even I'm not fully aware of. His mind reading and time manipulation is one thing, but I'm sure he is hiding other important things from me. Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts.

Jessica entered the room, finding Collins lounging on a sofa, surrounded by half-empty bottles and the remnants of a wild party. "Hello, Mr. Collins," Jessica purred, sauntering over to him. She offered him a drink, which he accepted eagerly, unaware that she had spiked it. Within minutes, Collins was unconscious. Jessica moved quickly, opening the window to signal Mikhail. He climbed in silently, his presence barely disturbing the curtains. Mikhail looked down at Collins, his expression cold. "Good work, Jessica," he said quietly. "Now, get out of here." Jessica nodded, her hands trembling slightly. She slipped out of the room as Mikhail drew his blade. With a swift, decisive motion, he sli

the assistant replied. "Good." Jessica sat on the sofa and said, "But it's just a little scoop, right? Why did she react so strongly?" "I'm not sure." "Alright, you can go. Give some money to the media to have them write a few articles." "Understood." … Wilson Corp. Griffith was reading two documents when there was a knock on the door. Without lifting his head, he pressed the button to open the door. Arthur entered, holding an ipad.

I paused and glanced back at Susanne and Viktor as I approached the door, and without so much as a word to them, I walked inside, ignoring Viktor even as he kept calling my name. My heart stalled the moment I walked inside and saw Mr. Hall with three men in black suits, sitting around a table and discussing. An awkward silence crept into the atmosphere, their eyes locked on me. “Who are…” one of the men was asking when Mr. Hall spoke up. “She is Jessica Hemsworth. My assistant…” Mr. Hall paused, then looked at one of the men and continued. “Jessica is an artist, and she's best at what she does.” My jaw almost reached the ground, and I froze on the spot.

What the hell? “Listen,” Jessica went on coldly, “I don’t care how you fix it, but you need to take care of that and find another pregnant woman. Without a baby, the Winchesters will catch on that I lied, and we can’t lose that family. I have to marry Niall.” Blair yanked the earpiece out, her face drained of color, speechless. ‘Who are you, Jessica?’ she thought, the realization hitting hard that she’d never really known her childhood friend.